John N. Edwards: Biography, Memoirs, Reminiscences and Recollections; His Brilliant Career as Soldier, Author, and Journalist; Choice Collection of His Most Notable and Interesting Newspaper Articles, Together with Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Letters. Also a Reprint of Shelby's Expedition to Mexico, an Unwritten Leaf of the WarJ. Edwards, 1889 - 420 strani |
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... eyes . The genial Bourbon was produced , and the agreeable termination to the affair toasted . A short time was spent on the grass in mutual explanation , and everything was forgotten and forgiven . The parties then returned to their ...
... eyes . The genial Bourbon was produced , and the agreeable termination to the affair toasted . A short time was spent on the grass in mutual explanation , and everything was forgotten and forgiven . The parties then returned to their ...
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... eyes of strong men gave evi- dence of the sincere affection with which the dead soldier and journalist had been regarded . Many of the men who passed had seen him go out to battle in the pride of his youthful strength , and they said ...
... eyes of strong men gave evi- dence of the sincere affection with which the dead soldier and journalist had been regarded . Many of the men who passed had seen him go out to battle in the pride of his youthful strength , and they said ...
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... eyes to this village graveyard , where we reverently and lovingly lay their old companion in arms , so brilliant in ... eye that flashed with steely glitter , as it saw the set- ting and onset of squadrons , but so gently limpid in ...
... eyes to this village graveyard , where we reverently and lovingly lay their old companion in arms , so brilliant in ... eye that flashed with steely glitter , as it saw the set- ting and onset of squadrons , but so gently limpid in ...
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... eyes were scintillant . He was in an old field sitting on a stump . His pallor was the pallor of a corpse that had been three days dead . Under some sort of an occult mesmerism that I did not understand , I went out to him and commenced ...
... eyes were scintillant . He was in an old field sitting on a stump . His pallor was the pallor of a corpse that had been three days dead . Under some sort of an occult mesmerism that I did not understand , I went out to him and commenced ...
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... eyes have been lusterless these many months ; the tresses of her sunny hair have long ago been scorched with fever and pain ; the beautiful and brave young Spartan , rich in energy , in love , in passionate devotion , knows no more the ...
... eyes have been lusterless these many months ; the tresses of her sunny hair have long ago been scorched with fever and pain ; the beautiful and brave young Spartan , rich in energy , in love , in passionate devotion , knows no more the ...
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Stran 170 - No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed ; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now.
Stran 170 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Stran 59 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Stran 38 - It was the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, till I confess it began to be something of a bore to me.
Stran 100 - And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out - out are the lights - out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Stran 170 - That sweeps his great plateau, Flushed with the triumph yet to gain, Came down the serried foe. Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath, Knew well the watchword of that day Was
Stran 181 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Stran 58 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 171 - Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished...
Stran 100 - Out— out are the lights— out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.18 12 The inclusion of the poem was an afterthought of Poe's.